WARNING: the end of this chapter contains sexual harassment/abuse. Sometimes, the worst part of this abuse is the unwanted sexual response that the perpetrator arouses in his victim. This storyline is not intended to offend.
Author's notes: when I originally wrote this plot, I never intended to pad the story out with so much emotion, but I think it's needed to make the characters realistic. I worry that it's too much, and I'm trying to be concise. Anyway, I thought I'd better split this from Chapter four, since it is a new phase, darker with more angst. (Also being bipolar and depressed at the moment, my writing has darkened and lost a lot, which is a shame, so I may leave off for a while after this segment). And thanks to everyone who has sent me feedback, it's great to hear what you think.
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We finally lost Nathan at about 9 a.m. When I say 'lost', I didn't purposely try to get rid of him, although I was on the verge of punching him when he began to describe in graphic detail what sounded like an all-too-familiar amazing night with Jill. No, he had lectures to go to; thank god. Neill seemed to enjoy my discomfort and was rather quiet, at least until he dropped Nate on campus on the way back to the hall.
He ran his hand over my thigh, one hand on the wheel. "Want to rip his fucking head off, right?"
"You arsehole," I swore, under my breath. When Neill chuckled, I slapped his fingers. "Watch the road and stop laughing!"
The car veered a little, narrowly missing a double-parked truck. "Stop harassing the driver," Neill snapped. His hand groped higher, encompassing my groin, causing my cock to tingle a little with heat. I shoved him off, but he returned, with a vengeance. "You want me to drive safely? Let me play."
I gave up trying to move his hand; every time I did, he swerved a little. "Shit!" Neill ran a red light, attracting multiple horn blasts of warning. "My car's already broke, don't total it! You're behaving like a dickhead-" While my heart tried to return to some semblance of a pulse, he began to laugh. "I don't understand why you're finding this so fucking funny!" I fumed.
Neill took a deep breath and returned both hands to the wheel. "Are you still hung up on Jill?"
"Is this why you're being such a prick all of a sudden?" I replied. "Jealous?"
"Course not- I just-"
My turn to laugh. "Yes, you are."
As soon as he started to protest, I knew I had him. "No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. Take the left turn-off here-"
"What?" Neill asked.
"Go down to Bissell Park. I want to talk to you, without you getting us bloody well killed," I said. "And don't you say we're talking now, you know what I mean."
He didn't say anything else, just drove us the extra couple of minutes and pulled up in the almost vacant car-lot on the south side. He turned to me and glared. "Okay, what?"
I fixed Neill with a glare of my own. "Turn the car off, put the brakes on, take your hands off the wheel and look at me properly." My heart pounded in anticipation of what I was about to say. I felt my skin ripple as my hair follicles erected in a mixture of arousal and fear. Insecurity or no, I had to say it. "I- Neill- This, us, has never been casual for me. I don't know what that means, but there's no way in hell I would have gone for this if I didn't- care- about you."
I was faced with an emotionless mask. His vivid blue eyes averted mine, staring down at his hands. Shit. I'd blown it. To him, it was just meaningless sex; a way to get off while neither of us had a girl. Then I realised that the rest of his features were relaxed. Beneath the mesh of blonde hairs, his forehead bore none of the ticking worry lines I usually saw when he was under stress. He looked a little slack-jawed, but I suppose anybody that's just heard something like that would. As I kept watching, a stray tear trickled down his furred cheek, which was odd because his lips were beginning to curl at the edges. As his eyes rose to meet me, his smile increased.
Neill has always been an actions-rather-than-words person. Before I knew what was happening, he rammed into me, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me along the bench seat. His lips locked mine before my body had even thought about the pain his brutal contact caused. I felt his tongue dart into my complaining mouth, wrapping and trapping my own in heat. Over-salted McDonalds' breakfast and stale coffee flavoured his thick, slightly cooler saliva. He drew back a little, clasping and releasing me between his lips. His stubble grazed my bruised chin. At the same time, his long fingers found their way to the sweltering skin under my shirt.
I moaned against his mouth, momentarily clamping his tongue, as heat shot over my skin. He traced the prickling skin above my waist-band, then up the muscles of my torso. My cock began to grow some more, shocked and aroused by the way our warm bodies were crushed together. One of my hands grasped a handful of his silky hair and pushed him forwards, slamming him against my pulsing lips. Neill's sharp tongue continued to tease me, whilst he somehow managed to embed a canine in my lip. My nerve fibres went into overdrive with sensations of pleasure and pain. I ran with heat, shuddering and jerking against his hands as one fingertip found the soft skin of my nipple. I bit down a little and drew my teeth over his tongue, teasing the coarse surface of his tastebuds as my sensitive nipples heated and stiffened to his gentle touch. My other hand fought with the stretched zipper of his jeans to release his burning half-hard meat.
